One of them such an awful phiz that I'm afraid of her.

If I make her presentable, it'll be my greatest feat yet.

But the labourer is worthy of his hire, you know, and this bit of beauty-making will have its price." "You know how to interpret _that_, Mr.Warburton," said Rosamund, with a discreetly confidential smile.

"Norbert asks very much less than any other portrait painter of his reputation would." "He'll grow out of that bad habit," Will replied.

His note was one of joviality, almost of bluffness.
"I'm not sure that I wish him to," said the painter's wife, her eyes straying as if in a sudden dreaminess.